Reflecting

Today, in honour of my Mum’s 83rd birthday, I come adorned with a monstrous carbuncle the size of which you have never seen. Horrified I gaze at it in the mirror (that’ll teach me to leave them alone). A festering nose stud of attention-seeking grossness stares back at me defiantly. Out for dinner later I consider my options…
• A thick layer of warpaint to fight the bugger back and cower it into submission – will probably make it look worse and it really needs to breath (Does it? Really?) Anyway despite appearances to the contrary at the Isle of Wight Festival, Adam Ant is so… well you know… 80’s!
• I could add a plaster and pretend I have fallen… not convincing and not a good look at a rather nice restaurant.
• Larger glasses to try and look intellectual and above all this vanity – noooo! Glasses end right by the offending creature and so add the perfect frame to it rather than the rest of my face.
• Could I style my hair to hide behind a wondrous curtain of mystery and camouflage? A possibility (a shame a recent trim has cut it shorter and it has this rather distressing way of curling backwards and not forwards on that side of my head). Depressing.
• Could now be the time that the Wonder Ointment I have been applying for the last few days finally lives up to its 4 hour hype? I weigh up the odds – not hopeful.
• Do I apply some Savlon before or after my shower? I decide both options might help…

Ok, so off to see my Mum and she doesn’t notice. Neither does my daughter until I point it out (then it’s “Oh my God! That’s huge!” Really makes me feel better).
Actually, I take stock, my Mum is not really one to judge others. Most of the time. She will just be happy to see me as will the rest of my family. I am so lucky.
Happy birthday Mum! xxxxxxxx